I was also enthralled by The Book of Form and Emptiness from the very first chapter, and I know just what you mean, about seeing all of your things differently. For days after I started that book, I felt like everything in my house was looking back at me when I looked at it!
Also, that’s the loveliest story about an ugly sofa that I’ve ever read :)
I have many things with stories to tell. My first stuffed animal, now 78 years old. My coffee mug, the third one from the same maker (Cindy Jenkins), I call the mugs sisters because they are all ceramic women's heads, complete with earrings. I broke the first two, have two left. Things I've carted around over the decades... But of course, I've discarded far more, and they have stories too.
I have a stuffed bear that has traveled with me for 55 years but it is also 78 years old...it came from Germany with an older cousin's mom. Missing an ear but still the same Teddy to me!
So cool. One of the things I do is restore vintage stuffed animals. Not to make them like new, but to clean and repair them and make them live on. I did my own stuffed rabbit, my sister's teddy bear and more. If you want to do that for your bear, I learned how by watching The Repair Shop on PBS.
I looked up at my bookcase and saw the outline of a book wrapped in plastic: "La Unica."
It took me back to when I was teaching in Mexico City, and I had the audacity to enter into a dark cavernous building across from the statue of Cuauhtemoc on Avenida Reforma that housed a few dozen individuals including Lupe Marin, the second wife of Diego Rivera.
Lupe answered the door and invited me and my student translator into her apartment and regaled us with stories about Diego Rivera as we sat inches from a few originals painted by iconic artist.
Lupe was gracious, flamboyant, and a hoot. She brought out a copy of her book, "La Unica," signed it and presented it to me as a gift.
I was to conduct the second part of my interview when she returned from a European trip, but as sad luck would have it, she became ill and passed shortly after her return from the trip.
I will always be reminded that this crazy gringo conducted the last interview with Lupe Marin, and every time I place eyes on that book, it all comes to pass as if it was yesterday.
I have promised the book to someone who will treasure this keep sake, but I'm not giving it up right now.
This story blew me away. What an experience! Thank you so much for sharing it here. Does knowing you make me 4 or 5 degrees of separation from Frida Kahlo?
Hi again - can you send me a photo of the book? I asked Sandra to email me photos of her mugs that she loved and now I want to share everyone's in coming newsletters if that's okay. It would be nice to see a gallery of the "things" that speak to us. Send it by email if you decide you want to!
I'm reminded of the title, The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd that captivated me twenty years ago -
My towering shelves are filled with hundreds of books and mementos, especially cards I've received from friends and family. These things surround me with love
The Book of Form and Emptiness was a classic example of how writing a story about the obvious can be seen as innovative - a bit like those folk who get a doctorate for stating the obvious. A book I thoroughly enjoyed, as I did your sofa story.
By coincidence I am sitting on a sofa with my Susan, my wife, with a story to tell, already old when we bought it in a secondhand furniture store in 2006, close to our home in Nottingham. Earlier today, I started reading your post and stopped when you asked me to look at what I could see around me. The story I can tell goes back thirty years to my 50th birthday in May 1994. Tomorrow, I will do a Note and link it to you Betsy. One of the reasons most of us end up with so much ‘stuff’ is because we can no more be parted from the memories which surround us than we can those we love. What great writers do is indulge in the ordinary, to write about characters who could be us.🐰
Well Andrew, you are four days older than me. We are both survivors. And I already know one other 80 year old Spark follower. Perhaps Betsy attracts us because of this as much as her captivating writing style?🐰
Maybe. But I have known and admired Betsy, her work, and especially her ability to overcome adversity and move on, for approximately 50 years, since her New Hampshire days.
I've sometimes we worried that losing the things that hold memories will mean I lose the memories themselves. I've found it isn't true , to the most part..
A black Steinway upright piano my father played from a time before I was born (1944) until 1962, when he died young, at 48. His favorite piece was Bach''s Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. I no longer have the piano but whenever I hear that piece, the piano, and, through it, my dad, speak to me.
Do you have a photo of the piano somewhere you can share? I'm thinking it would be fun to do a gallery of things that folks mention here in the comments.
Th arrival of this edition of Spark and a workshop I'm constructing—Writing About Things—coincided yesterday. I like when that happens. As for my own things, I have way too many, but one I treasure is my Underwood. Thanks to gifts from friends I have replicas and images and coffee cups emblazoned with typewriters. Oh so many typewriters. My Underwood, the 34.2 pound original belonged to my late husband. He wrote many many things on it in the years before his first computer, including a love letter to me.
I've never known why the Underwood was important to you but now I do. Thank you, Judy. Isn't amazing how we can all be drawn to the same idea without planning it?
Judy, when you have a moment, send me your favorite photo of your Underwood. I want to make a gallery edition of Spark showing all the "things" that speak to folks here in the comments.
I had a yellow stuffed dog Peaches that I got for my tenth (?) birthday, the year my brother was in the hospital for a month. My mom left the hospital for a tiny window of time to take me to Toys R Us to pick it out. She said it would comfort me when she was away and I held on to that thing FOREVER. I finally let it go two years ago when my (now) husband moved in and we needed the space. That silly dog represented one of the hardest times of my life but also my ability to get through it.
So, not so silly a dog in the end. A special one with special powers and a lot of story. I can only imagine what it was like to say goodbye. On the other hand, I get the sense that you both were ready. Thank you fir sharing this,Natalie!
I was also enthralled by The Book of Form and Emptiness from the very first chapter, and I know just what you mean, about seeing all of your things differently. For days after I started that book, I felt like everything in my house was looking back at me when I looked at it!
Also, that’s the loveliest story about an ugly sofa that I’ve ever read :)
Oh good,we can chat about it when I'm finished! I do love the sofa story. And I still miss the couch itself.
I have many things with stories to tell. My first stuffed animal, now 78 years old. My coffee mug, the third one from the same maker (Cindy Jenkins), I call the mugs sisters because they are all ceramic women's heads, complete with earrings. I broke the first two, have two left. Things I've carted around over the decades... But of course, I've discarded far more, and they have stories too.
I have a stuffed bear that has traveled with me for 55 years but it is also 78 years old...it came from Germany with an older cousin's mom. Missing an ear but still the same Teddy to me!
So cool. One of the things I do is restore vintage stuffed animals. Not to make them like new, but to clean and repair them and make them live on. I did my own stuffed rabbit, my sister's teddy bear and more. If you want to do that for your bear, I learned how by watching The Repair Shop on PBS.
Very cool. Thanks!
I love imagining those mugs! Do you have photos?
I do, but don't know how to post them in a reply.
Can you email a be photo to me?
done!
My life seems to be an endless struggle to purge things from my life. That's the definition of a traveling life, I guess.
When I travel, I always go light. Then I wonder why I don't do that when I'm home.
Right? It's a constant challenge.
I looked up at my bookcase and saw the outline of a book wrapped in plastic: "La Unica."
It took me back to when I was teaching in Mexico City, and I had the audacity to enter into a dark cavernous building across from the statue of Cuauhtemoc on Avenida Reforma that housed a few dozen individuals including Lupe Marin, the second wife of Diego Rivera.
Lupe answered the door and invited me and my student translator into her apartment and regaled us with stories about Diego Rivera as we sat inches from a few originals painted by iconic artist.
Lupe was gracious, flamboyant, and a hoot. She brought out a copy of her book, "La Unica," signed it and presented it to me as a gift.
I was to conduct the second part of my interview when she returned from a European trip, but as sad luck would have it, she became ill and passed shortly after her return from the trip.
I will always be reminded that this crazy gringo conducted the last interview with Lupe Marin, and every time I place eyes on that book, it all comes to pass as if it was yesterday.
I have promised the book to someone who will treasure this keep sake, but I'm not giving it up right now.
This story blew me away. What an experience! Thank you so much for sharing it here. Does knowing you make me 4 or 5 degrees of separation from Frida Kahlo?
At least a few degrees of separation from Frida's house (Casa Azul) in Coyoacan
Hi again - can you send me a photo of the book? I asked Sandra to email me photos of her mugs that she loved and now I want to share everyone's in coming newsletters if that's okay. It would be nice to see a gallery of the "things" that speak to us. Send it by email if you decide you want to!
I'm reminded of the title, The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd that captivated me twenty years ago -
My towering shelves are filled with hundreds of books and mementos, especially cards I've received from friends and family. These things surround me with love
Beautiful, PJ!
Take a photo and email it to me! I want to run photos of folks' "things" in future emails or maybe do a gallery all in one.
The Book of Form and Emptiness was a classic example of how writing a story about the obvious can be seen as innovative - a bit like those folk who get a doctorate for stating the obvious. A book I thoroughly enjoyed, as I did your sofa story.
By coincidence I am sitting on a sofa with my Susan, my wife, with a story to tell, already old when we bought it in a secondhand furniture store in 2006, close to our home in Nottingham. Earlier today, I started reading your post and stopped when you asked me to look at what I could see around me. The story I can tell goes back thirty years to my 50th birthday in May 1994. Tomorrow, I will do a Note and link it to you Betsy. One of the reasons most of us end up with so much ‘stuff’ is because we can no more be parted from the memories which surround us than we can those we love. What great writers do is indulge in the ordinary, to write about characters who could be us.🐰
Me too. Born May 12, 1944. Are you older or younger than me?
Well Andrew, you are four days older than me. We are both survivors. And I already know one other 80 year old Spark follower. Perhaps Betsy attracts us because of this as much as her captivating writing style?🐰
Maybe. But I have known and admired Betsy, her work, and especially her ability to overcome adversity and move on, for approximately 50 years, since her New Hampshire days.
I blush. Thank you, Andy
I've sometimes we worried that losing the things that hold memories will mean I lose the memories themselves. I've found it isn't true , to the most part..
A black Steinway upright piano my father played from a time before I was born (1944) until 1962, when he died young, at 48. His favorite piece was Bach''s Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. I no longer have the piano but whenever I hear that piece, the piano, and, through it, my dad, speak to me.
Do you have a photo of the piano somewhere you can share? I'm thinking it would be fun to do a gallery of things that folks mention here in the comments.
Th arrival of this edition of Spark and a workshop I'm constructing—Writing About Things—coincided yesterday. I like when that happens. As for my own things, I have way too many, but one I treasure is my Underwood. Thanks to gifts from friends I have replicas and images and coffee cups emblazoned with typewriters. Oh so many typewriters. My Underwood, the 34.2 pound original belonged to my late husband. He wrote many many things on it in the years before his first computer, including a love letter to me.
I've never known why the Underwood was important to you but now I do. Thank you, Judy. Isn't amazing how we can all be drawn to the same idea without planning it?
It is always such a delightful surprise.
Judy, when you have a moment, send me your favorite photo of your Underwood. I want to make a gallery edition of Spark showing all the "things" that speak to folks here in the comments.
I had a yellow stuffed dog Peaches that I got for my tenth (?) birthday, the year my brother was in the hospital for a month. My mom left the hospital for a tiny window of time to take me to Toys R Us to pick it out. She said it would comfort me when she was away and I held on to that thing FOREVER. I finally let it go two years ago when my (now) husband moved in and we needed the space. That silly dog represented one of the hardest times of my life but also my ability to get through it.
So, not so silly a dog in the end. A special one with special powers and a lot of story. I can only imagine what it was like to say goodbye. On the other hand, I get the sense that you both were ready. Thank you fir sharing this,Natalie!